Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Luxembourg and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Real Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
JFA,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Gong,
the Germs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
The Names,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.